Bryan came over on his lunch break, bringing me brunch. I hadn’t showered in days and I wore an oversized t-shirt, a pair of silk boxers, and a white, terry-cloth robe.
We opened our meals and ate while he told me about the issues he’d been having with his girlfriend. I knew he wanted to fuck me but that was out of the question. I had other plans for him.
We finished eating and he looked at me, pleadingly.
“You’re not going to fuck me” I said. “You’re not even going to touch me.”
“Can I touch myself?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Will you touch me?” he asked.
“No.”
“Will you touch yourself?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I smiled at him, devilishly.
He slid a hand into his pants and rubbed himself. I sat back in my chair, watching him from a few feet away. He stood up and slid off his pants, showing me the cock I remembered so well, the one I’d written about only a few hours before. He sat back down and stroked himself, growing hard rapidly. I rubbed myself through my shorts, feeling that I was already wet.
Watching a man masturbate is my number one turn-on.
I slid my shorts to the side and watched the approval spread across his face as he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear. I rubbed my clit, propping my feet up, my knees apart. We watched each other, closing our eyes from time to time, enjoying the feeling. He seemed to get close and I told him not yet, that he had to wait for me.
He sat up and leaned towards me. I took the middle finger of my left hand and put it inside of myself, finding my g-spot and pushing.
“I’m going to cum” he said and he whispered my name quietly again and again.
I watched him cum and as he shot his sticky mess into his hand, I came as well. My leg shook as I tried to catch my breath. I smiled at him.
I got up and went to the bathroom, putting warm water on a washcloth for him. I brought it to him to clean up with. He’d already dressed but pulled himself out again to wipe off the stickiness.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Why, yes” he giggled like a young boy.
I told him to enjoy his day at work, thanked him for brunch and sent him on his way.
I returned to my bedroom and pulled out my glass wand. I had to cum again but this time it was to be Ryan that I thought about.
I opened up his blog on my computer and found the entry of our instant message conversation. I read his words as I slid the wand inside of me. I drifted off, closing my eyes, imagining him on top of me, telling me quietly that I wasn’t to cum until he said I could. My hips bucked as I imagined thrusting them against him, drving him deeper inside of me. I got close and read the words “you can come now” on his blog. I closed my eyes and whispered his name. My legs shot out in front of me, my thighs closing in on the glass, holding it in place as I came.
I sat there for a long while, thinking about how I would write about it all.
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